A Slower Pace

This last Friday after serving breakfast at the local downtown homeless shelter, as has been my routine for the last many months, I stopped by the local abortion clinic to pray in front of it. I started during the spring 40 Days For Life campaign and just kept it going through the Summer and Fall and it is now a habit and a part of my Friday morning routine when I am not on business travel. I firmly believe in the power of prayer and fervently hope that truth and light can be shed on this controversial topic. I am not there to protest. I am not there to condemn. I am not there to judge. I am simply there to pray and to show the love of Christ.

So this last week I found a particular action by one of the clinic escorts interesting. While they are not friendly to any of the prayer warriors nor do they pay any attention to us or give us the time of day, they do try to be welcoming to any others who might walk by and be open to their mindset. This one clinic escort had befriended a local homeless man.

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Interestingly, this homeless man has also been befriended by one of the prayer warriors. I guess he is an equal opportunity receiver — either that or he really doesn’t care which side of his bread is buttered, just that it gets buttered.
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So this clinic escort pulls out his cigarettes and provides a couple to the homeless man. The homeless man is thankful and the clinic worker has a look of happiness that he did his good deed for the day before leaving the site.

What I found interesting was the fact that while the clinic worker truly thought he was doing something good for the homeless man and was proud of his good deed, he was actually providing him death through the cigarette. Sure, those few cigarettes won’t kill the homeless man immediately, but we all know they aren’t veggies now, right?

Now parallel that with the clinic worker’s intent to do good and “help” women by ushering them into the clinic for abortions when they are actually providing them death — at least death for a part of their body – the innocent, defenseless baby living inside them.

The parallel for me was truly revealing. Again, the clinic worker truly wanted to “help” in each case, but in each case death was a result.

As the saying goes, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions”.

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net